Evil Master and Disciple

At dusk, the sun sets and the sky is filled with red clouds.

Ye Feng shook his head and gestured.

Shangguan Lan also knew that writing poetry was not something that could be done overnight and required thinking, so she did not interrupt him.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark and the room was dim, she got up and lit two candles.

"Well, it's been an incense stick, and you still haven't written it?"

Ye Feng looked at the sky outside and said, "It's almost time, wait a little longer!"

He had actually thought of it a long time ago, but time was not enough and the poem had to be written after dark.

After another half an hour, the sky was dark and the moon was like a sickle, hanging in the sky.

Ye Feng finally spoke and said, "I got it."

Shangguan Lan said, "Oh, let me listen."

Ye Feng pretended to be elegant and said slowly: "With the word 'lan' as the title, combined with this scene, I have a feeling, and I have come up with a poem. I am sorry to hear it."

"There is still a reading platform in the mountains, the wind sweeps away the mist and opens the painting screen..."

Shangguan Lan's delicate body trembled.

This guy is quite capable.

Lan means thin mist.

It was just getting dark at this moment. Under the cover of night, a thin layer of smoke and mist covered the inside and outside of the Fairy Valley.

The table in front of Ye Feng looked like a reading desk.

It is very appropriate to the situation and is wonderful.

Seeing Shangguan Lan's eyes change, Ye Feng slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked up at the waning moon.

He continued, "The Huayue Ice Pot is still there. When will the Qinglian Monk come?"

Then he slowly lowered his head and looked thoughtful.

After all, men in deep thought are the most handsome!

But when he looked down, he didn't see Mr. Qinglian, but saw his fat master.

I saw Master Yulong carrying Sanzhier and walking through the streets of the valley below in a swaggering manner.

Ye Feng was about to shout when he saw the fat master walking into Yihong Courtyard...

"Uh?! Master...what are you doing in Yihongyuan?"

Ye Feng had a question mark on his forehead.

Didn’t the fat master promise the junior sister that he would never visit a brothel again?

Suddenly, Shangguan Lan stood beside him.

"What a beautiful poem... You... You really can write poetry."

Shangguan Lan's gentle voice sounded in Ye Feng's ears.

At this moment, Shangguan Lan no longer doubted Ye Feng's literary talent.

This poem was written entirely based on this situation.

Ye Feng came back to his senses instantly and withdrew his gaze from the direction of Yihongyuan.

He laughed and said, "I don't have any other hobbies. I like reading on weekdays. Occasionally, when I feel inspired, I write a few words. They are all vulgar and not worthy of being published in a refined manner. Please don't laugh at me, Shangguan."

Shangguan Lan looked at Ye Feng sideways.

To be honest, apart from the fact that Ye Feng has not grown up yet, his facial features are quite good-looking.

Although he is not as stunningly handsome as Dugu Changkong, he is definitely very handsome.

At this moment, in Shangguan Lan's eyes, Ye Feng seemed to have a different kind of charm.

Seeing Shangguan Lan staring at him in a daze, Ye Feng asked, "Shangguan, Shangguan...what's wrong with you?"

Shangguan Lan paused and shook his head, "You...don't call me Shangguan, I don't like it."

Ye Feng laughed dryly and said, "Okay, Senior Sister Shangguan."

Shangguan Lan said, "I don't like it even more."

"Uh? What should I call you then?" Ye Feng was a little suspicious.

Shangguan Lan looked a little embarrassed and whispered, "You...you are so stupid!"

Then he turned around and went downstairs.

Ye Feng looked at Shangguan Lan's back, scratched his head, and was very confused.

After a moment, he looked at the warehouse next to him where a lot of silk cloths were piled up.

"...Just left like that? Shangguan? Senior Sister?"

"No one's here. Why are they all gone? I won't be polite then!"

Ye Feng came to the mountain of silk.

"Shangguan, this Shu brocade has a nice color. I'd like to take it back and ask Ling'er to make me some clothes. Do you have any objection?"

No one answered.

According to Ye Feng's strange understanding, not answering means consent, which means permission.

So, he unceremoniously stuffed a piece of top-quality Shu brocade into the black silk bracelet.

"I like this piece of cloth too...I'll take it too."

No one answered.

So it was taken into the pocket of this kid again.

"Ling'er also wants to make some new clothes... I got these pink ones for Ling'er..."

"Xiao Man seems to have grown a lot recently. I got this horse for her."

"My fat master keeps saying he has nothing to wear..."

"Three squeaks are also necessary..."

"Oh, you guys are so polite. I feel embarrassed to continue taking..."

After a while, Ye Feng walked down the second floor contentedly.

Business in the store is really good, with at least dozens of customers choosing fabrics and ready-made clothes.

In the past, most of the people who went to the silk shop were pretty girls.

There are also quite a few male disciples at this moment.

It can be seen that the thoughts of these male disciples are the same as Ye's.

Ye Feng looked around and said, "Senior Sister Xiaofu, I'm leaving now! Thank you!"

"Go, go, don't you see we are busy?"

Seeing that there were too many customers in the store, Ye Feng walked out.

Shangguan Lan suddenly chased out of the store and said, "Ye Feng, wait!"

Ye Feng looked back and saw Shangguan Lan walking towards him holding two folded garments.

They are all very good fabrics and the colors are solid.

"These are... two pieces of clothing I'm giving you as a gift. They're... a reward for the poem you wrote for me tonight. Take them."

"How can this be so embarrassing? I've taken enough!"

"Um, what did you say?"

"Nothing... nothing, thank you!"

"No need to thank me... I made this myself. Go back and try it out to see if it fits you. If it doesn't, I'll fix it for you tomorrow."

Having said that, Shangguan Lan turned around and walked into the shop.

Ye Feng stared at the clothes in his hands in a daze.

He murmured, "This time I've really gone too far..."

He stuffed his clothes into the black silk bracelet and left quickly.

I wanted to go back.

I thought of seeing the fat master walk into Yihongyuan earlier.

Then, Ye Feng's eyes turned and he said to himself: "I have to go see what Master is doing..."

Xu Yangliu looked at the shop full of customers and smiled from ear to ear: "Xiaoqing, this pink style is almost sold out. Go to the second floor and get a few pieces down."

"Okay senior sister!"

Miss Xiaoqing went upstairs immediately.

Soon, she came down again.

Xu Yangliu said, "Xiaoqing, didn't I ask you to bring down some pink ones?"

Xiaoqing said, "Senior Sister Xu, it seems she's gone."

"How is that possible? They were just delivered yesterday, and there are still five or six upstairs."

"It's really gone. If you don't believe me, go and have a look."

Xu Yangliu looked suspicious and walked upstairs with her skirt lifted.

Soon, she arrived at the warehouse on the second floor.

Looking at the silk in front of her, she was stunned.

Miss Xiaoqing said, "Senior Sister, I said it's gone."

Xu Yangliu looked suspicious and said, "It seems that not only the pink ones are gone, but other styles and colors seem to be scarce..."

Xiao Qing asked, "Is it because business has been so good these past few days that they've all sold out? Today's turnover has already exceeded 60,000 taels."

"Really? Sold out?"

Xu Yangliu fell into deep thought.

From the time it opened in the morning until now, the store has been crowded with customers.

Keep picking up goods from upstairs.

Xu Yangliu couldn't remember how much he sold today.

She was naive and thought it was really sold out.

She chuckled and said, "I didn't expect the inner sect's battle, which happens once every sixty years, to be so popular. Looks like I'll have to ask the outsiders to speed up the supply."

Ye Feng came to Yihong Tower, the only place of entertainment within a radius of 800 miles of Yunhai Sect.

Red, green, purple... Lanterns of various colors are hung inside and outside the Yihong Courtyard, and are very conspicuous in the entire Xianling Valley.

The last time Ye Feng came to Yihongyuan was during the day, and the girls had not yet opened for business.

I thought it would be lively here at night.

When I walked in, it seemed like that was the case.

It is completely different from the brothels in movies and TV dramas.

There is a small platform in the middle of the stairs. A young woman wearing transparent gauze, revealing her shoulders and bellyband, is playing the piano.

There were also a few young ladies with light makeup on, dancing with their sleeves waving.

There are more than a dozen tables in the hall on the first floor, half of which are occupied.

Almost all of them are older disciples of Yunhai Sect, and there are also some elders.

They were all sitting at a table in groups of three or four, and there was no young lady in indecent clothes sitting on their laps, acting coquettishly and feeding them wine.

"Is this a brothel? Why is it different from what I imagined?"

Ye Feng looked confused.

At this moment, the wretched teapot I had seen last time came over and said with a smile, "Ye Daba, you're finally here! Ruyu, Ruhua, Zhenzhen, Qiaoyun... all your old lovers have become so thin from missing you!"

"Big Teapot, can you please stop saying this every time we meet? What do you mean by old lover? I just came of age and I'm still a virgin!"

Ye Feng rolled his eyes.

The big teapot laughed and said, "Ye Daba, you are too modest!"

Ye Feng asked, "What do you mean? Are you saying that I, Ye Feng, am a pervert?"

The big teapot laughed and said, "No, no, no, your master is a big pervert, and you are a little pervert!"

Ye Feng really wanted to press this big teapot to the ground and beat it up.

Think about it and forget it.

No matter how much of a jerk you are, you can't bully someone who tells the truth.

In this world, there are not many people who dare to speak the truth.

Ye Feng asked, "Big Teapot, is this a brothel?"

The big teapot said, "Of course, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Ye Feng looked at the girls who were wrapped up tightly while dancing and said, "A brothel is also called a whorehouse, right?"

"Yes."

Ye Feng asked, "What kind of place is a brothel?"

The big teapot said, "Of course it's a place for men to have fun."

"Yeah, it's a place for men to have fun. Where's the fun? Why is there only one person playing the piano and a few people dancing... Can you tell me where the fun is? Is it drinking and chatting?"

In his previous life, Ye Feng had never even been to a foot massage parlor.

Before coming into this world, he was an extremely pure thirty-year-old boy.

I have only seen scenes inside brothels in movies and TV dramas.

The Yihongyuan in front of me feels like a proper restaurant.

He wondered if it was because this place was too close to the Yunhai Sect, so the service here was different from that in other brothels. It was just a place for chatting and listening to music.

The big teapot looked at Ye Feng in a daze.

It took him a while to understand what Ye Feng meant.

He chuckled and said, "Ye Daba, upstairs, the fun is all upstairs."

"Ah? Really? You should have said it earlier! You've kept me waiting for so long! Oh, did my master just come in?"

"Well, the old man hasn't been here for a long time. He must have been pent up, so he ordered two girls from the Western Regions. They've already entered the room."

"What? Two? And they're foreign girls? Is his...his old waist okay? No, I have to go and see!"